Monthly Archives: February 2009

Thank the LORD it’s FRIDAY!

Well—on Friday I am here—-

And Jeff is up to his eyeballs in getting ready for the Christian Education Conference! Yes—he’s a mighty busy man (along with all the volunteers!).

UP earlier in the morning before most people (yes, myself included), praying, reading—then out the door by 6:30.

Gospel Publishing House will be on the grounds…as will many great folk from Springfield, MO! Welcome to Florida y’all!

So, if you have time, visit me over there (I’m also at work today) and if you REALLY have time…stop by the district and give Jeff a hand….or two.

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From the Devotional Book

In the words of Oswald Chambers, “Dreaming about a thing in order to do it properly is right; but dreaming about it when we should be doing it is wrong.”

Can I just tell you that on the day I read this one…it hit me square in the eyes. For several reasons.

1) I had missed doing my devotions in my Oswald Chambers book for a few days. I read other things…—but when I picked my book back up, I flipped first to the “day at hand”.

“SMACK”. Right between the eyes.

2) Yes, I had been dreaming. But to put action behind my dreams scared me to death! But still…

My mother always told us, “Actions speak louder than words”. Yes. I know. A mother’s wisdom.

Oswald goes on further, “When we are getting into contact with God in order to find out what He wants, dreaming is right; but when we are inclined to spend our time in dreaming over what we have been told to do, it is a bad thing and God’s blessing is never on it….’neither sit nor stand but go.’ “

It is alright to wait before the Lord to get the instructions. Or the roadmap—but there are times, when He bids us go–have faith in Him and go—and He directs us step by step.

Wanda’s favorite verse was Psalm 27:14. Wait on the Lord. As you are waiting “before Him”…meaning on your knees, in your prayer closet, or on your face, in your private devotions, He is doing the strengthening. He will be your strength. When you feel you have gone your absolute limit….give it up.

To Him. And when He answers, however He may choose to answer, give Him all the praise.

We do. We give God the glory and praise for Wanda’s life and testimony. AND for what He continues to do—through the faithful perseverance of one darling sister. We praise Him.

Thanks for sticking around with us! We promise to post more faithfully! We are blessed to be sisters of faith with you!

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Registration Page for Bloggers Retreat!

For the October 23-34 Bloggers Retreat we need the following information from you! Please copy and paste the following into an e-mail to me at av_knight(at)hotmail(dot)com

(Having a blog is not necessary to join in the fun and fellowship!) We hope to provide you with the opportunity to hear each speaker!

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Remember—this is a non-denominational retreat! A time for sista believers in Christ to join together for worship-great speakers-food-fun-fellowship and treasured memories!

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A Place for Faith to Shine!

Have I got the place for you!

Connie Haile, a very dear friend, has shared her powerful testimony with me. I am sharing it with you. At a place called Joined Together. A blog specifically designed to share testimonies of faith and overcoming life’s crisis through the power of Jesus Christ!

Based on the Scripture, “They all joined together constantly in prayer, along with the women and Mary the mother of Jesus, and with his brothers.” Acts 1:14–we know and act on the FACT that there is POWER in prayer and in the Word of God! Use it! Believe it! Act on it!

I asked Connie to be our first guest, because I KNEW she had something to say…and someone— somewhere needs to hear it and be encouraged.

THERE is power in the WORD! Just ask Connie. Hop on over there and read it for yourself. I guarantee—you will not return the same.

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Time for Truth

Let’s have a “sit down”. I have some special “Raspberry Tea” I would love to share with you. Actually you can choose Jasmine Tea or a Breakfast Tea if you like. But let’s sit here at this table.

I was reading a while back in I Kings chapter 22….and this “jumped” off the page.

“For three years there was no war between Aram and Israel. But in the third year Jehoshaphat king of Judah went down to see the king of Israel.” I Kings 22:1-2

The king of Israel asks Jehoshaphat if he will go with him in war against Ramoth Gilead. Jehoshaphat replied that “I am as you are, my people as your people, my horses as your horses”….then he also said…”First seek the counsel of the LORD.”

So the four hundred or so prophets were brought in to give “the word” to the king. Or the “go ahead”.

And they all tell him “what he wants to hear”.

But in verse 7 Jehoshaphat asked, “Is there not a prophet of the LORD here whom we can inquire of?” (Sounded to me like he saw straight through all the hog-wash)

So they brought out Micaiah —even though the king really didn’t want to hear what he had to say because “he never prophesies anything good about me, but always bad.” (Verse 8)

I think that when all the “sounding brass” prophets began their encouragement to go to battle—it may have sounded something like “Charlie Brown’s teacher”…”wah-wah-waaaaah–wah—wahhhhh… to Jehoshaphat’s ears.

But when Micaiah was called in and gave his “Word from the LORD”…it rang clear— as truth always does. To those who want to “hear” the truth.

Then Micaiah answered, “I saw all Israel scattered on the hills like sheep without a shepherd, and the LORD said, ‘These people have no master. Let each one go home in peace.'” (Verse 17)

Micaiah continued, “Therefore hear the word of the LORD: I saw the LORD sitting on his throne with all the host of heaven standing around him on his right and on his left. And the Lord said, ‘Who will entice Ahab into attacking Ramoth Gilead and going to his death there?’
“One suggested this, and the other that. Finally, a spirit came forward, stood before the LORD and said, ‘I will entice him.’ “By what means?’ the LORD asked. “‘I will go out and be a lying spirit in the mouths of all his prophets,’ he said. “‘You will succeed in enticing him,’ said the LORD. ‘Go and do it.’ “So now the LORD has put a lying spirit in the mouths of all these prophets of yours. The LORD has decreed disaster for you.”
I Kings 22:19-23 (emphasis mine)

Okay. I know you are wondering….what is up with this?

Let me finish…drink you tea.

Sit back. Rest.

We’ve got all day….well, maybe just a little while longer. But it won’t take me long.

Here—let me pass you some sugar…need some lemon for your tea?

On most week days, my sister, Aimee and I discuss whatever we read that morning or the night before in our devotionals or Bible Study. Sometimes, life enters our conversations. Okay. On most days. Life interrupts what we most enjoy discussing.

Sometime last year (I really can’t remember the month it took place), we were plagued yet again by another “family situation”—we begin to talk about the “whys”.

No clear answer—-except the “enemy of lies and deceit” has been at work. It is purely amazing who he attacks.

We have a loved one who is surrounded by bars of deceit. We both love him and have prayed for him for all of our praying lives. Little does he realize the metal that constrains his life has constrained ours as well. Not in a physical form…but in a spiritual form.

Why? Well, I think maybe because it has caused us shame. Not only shame, but pain.

The pain comes from the fact that “the loved one” cannot see what the enemy is doing. Even though this road has been traveled before. You’d think one’s eyes would be open to the ploys of the enemy. But I see now that his eyes were not opened completely—and sad to say…for many of us we don’t learn a lesson of listening to lies the first time.

I have battled telling this story. Partly due to the shame of it all. Even though it is not about us. It still affects us. Even though we didn’t cause it…we still feel it.

Do we realize that our actions have “reactions” in others? That they are affected by our actions and decisions. Parents know this is true —they know it all too well.

But kids know it as well. Kids of parents that are living with the enemy of lies and deceit.

I don’t know what you have faced. I don’t know who or what you have listened to. But know this. God is not one who would lie. Rather He will help you see the truth and deal with the truth—even though it may be painful. He is the only One who can heal, restore and bring glory to the shame filled—deceived life. If you have a wound—that has not healed due to the lies of the enemy—give it over to Him today. Don’t let it poison your entire life. Let Him heal you.

It’s okay to have a scar. A scar shows a sign that the Lord has come in and applied His ointment to our lives. We are changed. And…

We are left with a reminder of His love and mercy.

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Picture from the our Women’s Tea –I was invited to sit at “Susan’s table”!


Keep Coloring

“My thoughts are completely different from yours,” says the Lord. “And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.”
Isaiah 55:8-9 NLT

As Aimee was driving home one day following the conversation Mark had with Victoria, she began to do something we both do while driving on a daily basis – talk to the Lord.

Victoria’s words kept ringing in her ears, “Daddy, I can’t see the lines”. With her own eyes flooded with tears, she began to cry out to the Lord. Prayerfully, her heart repeated, “Father, I can’t see the lines”. As she wiped her eyes and as her heart ached inside her chest with such an unspeakable pain, Aimee knew she would miss Wanda, and the sharp reality of losing Wanda was almost more than she could bear. More than any of us could bear.

“Lord, I can’t see the lines on this road”, was Aimee’s heart cry that day. There have been many battles—where we have each one been so blinded by the tears in our eyes and the undeniable pain in our hearts that we simply can’t see the lines to stay straight in the road. We ask many times, “what are You doing here God. None of this makes any sense”.

On that day, while traveling that road, Aimee heard the still small voice speak in her heart these words, “Daughter, it’s okay. Just keep coloring”.* God calms the aching heart we just have to listen. His Word is the balm for the hurting soul. We just have to read it. His love is ever reaching, ever loving–and ever offering all the hope we need to keep trusting. We just have to accept it.

When you reach a place, in the picture of your life where things just don’t seem to make sense, keep coloring.

When you are trying to do everything you know to do, and you are unsure of the “outcome”, keep coloring.

When you are on the road that you have never traveled before, maybe it’s the road of severe circumstance, keep going.

Don’t stop.

Do the necessary.

Keep trusting.

Stay on the believing path.

Adjust your mirrors if you must, and wipe your eyes if necessary. But, don’t stop. He will help you see the lines. Just keep coloring, and soon God’s picture will glow in brilliant colors for you.

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*The conversation with the Father was shared to me by Aimee. She has a gift for sharing God’s love–just as she has received it…freely. She writes devotional blogs on the Sisters of Faith site….when she has time. As busy wife, mother, and pastoring along side her husband, she juggles her job as a nurse and weekend Sunday School Teacher, amid all the hustle bustle of church life. Thank you Aimee for being the best baby sister anyone could ever dream up!

Copyright © 2008 Angie Knight, author of The Knightly News. All rights reserved.


The Choosing of the Purple

It is God who arms me with strength, and makes my way perfect. Psalm 18:32 NKJV I Thessalonians 4:13

Standing in the living room of the home Mark and Wanda had created, the very breath of Wanda seemed to permeate every object. For each object in the room was strategically placed by her hands, creating a place of comfort and love for Mark and Victoria, the two people she called her own.

Mark had asked Aimee and me to help him select things for Wanda to wear for her funeral service. While we were honored to do this last task for Wanda, we had no idea how we would feel as we performed such a heartbreaking duty.

Peering into her tidy closet felt like an invasion of privacy. To break the painful silence, we began to discuss Wanda’s personality and neatness. The closet was a perfect snapshot of the life she led. While her closet was orderly and organized, it was not confining or obtrusive. That is to say, while it was organized, it was not obsessively so. The only obsession you could attribute to Wanda, with absolute certainty, would be her faith in God and her family.

As we looked through her dresses and began to discuss what we thought of as we recalled how Wanda looked the last time we saw her with this or that on, my eyes fell on the dress of ivory. Hanging at the very end, shrouded in plastic, the ivory gown she wore at her wedding spoke like a banner waving of love and joy. For the most important day of her life, she had created that simple gown with her own hands. Wanda was not a flashy dresser, but chose the simple clean cut lines of all her clothes. To the casual observer, Wanda would exude simple elegance. As a matter of fact, Aimee and I discussed that as we both stood in her closet.

I clamped my jaw tight on the tears that threatened to pour from my heart. “This”, I said to myself, “would be cried over later. Not now.” For now, there was the business of us getting things ready for Mark to take to the funeral home.

So, with stoic posture, we carried out our duty in the bedroom of our sweet sister. We both decided Wanda’s purple suit was the perfect attire for our sister’s final journey. Purple was her favorite color, and it seems that even before she died, I had been inexplicably drawn to this color, a color I, myself, have rarely worn. We discussed the fact that purple was a color which reflected royalty. She was indeed in the very presence of Royalty. And being a daughter of the King making her journey to rest in His court by His side, she deserved no less than her very own purple!

Her jewelry box was next. We didn’t find much there. She generally wore only a few select pieces of jewelry that were gifts from Mark. Wanda was not much for outward glitter or glam. Instead, her jewels were in her heart and soul. We chose a simple heart with tiny diamonds and small gold loop earrings, both gifts from her husband, Mark.

Aimee and I chose carefully the clothes that would cover the shell of her spirit, which had left us just a few days past. As we methodically went about our task of selecting the necessary, and adding a few pieces of non-essentials, we did so with little conversation. Our tightly-constricted throats would have burst forth with cries of our own pain, if we had allowed the emotions to unravel. Struggling to hold back the tears that burned behind our eyes and pressed to be unleashed into the evening, we gathered her purple around us.

We carefully laid everything on the bed, as if we were her handmaids, laying out her clothes for the day. At the dresser collecting undergarments, I noted that even there, everything was folded with such a neat precision. I wondered if she kept her drawers so neat- “expecting” someone to rummage through them. My thoughts immediately were drawn to the condition of my own dresser drawers. Was my life “inspectable?” Would it uphold to such scrutiny? If one is honest with one’s self, none of our lives bear well under great scrutiny.

Upon finishing the task, I wanted to linger in the room, hoping by some chance, I could capture a sense of her to hold in my heart for the long days to come. We found Mark in the living room talking quietly with Aimee’s husband, Juno. We told him, “We have finished. Her clothes are ready.”

I suppose part of me assumed he would want to immediately see what we had selected. Instead, he wanted to share with us how he had shared the news of Wanda’s passing with Victoria, their four-year-old daughter. I think we had all been silently praying for Mark, realizing that his task, explaining her mother’s death to Victoria, would be, by far, the most difficult. As we stood looking into the eyes of a brokenhearted man, we waited expectantly, for him to recount the details of their tear-filled conversation.

That conversation is found in the next blog entry. I purposefully posted it yesterday, for it had truly taken place before the night we chose her clothes. I wanted it to flow into the one below for any “new readers”. I imagine that there are no new ones, but I am so thankful that you have each journeyed with me here.

Someone stated to me that although they read faithfully, these tear streaked passages of days, they chose not to comment, for what, after all would there be left to say? “That is quite alright”, I told my friend. To know she loves, cares and prayed along with many of you –for us during the painful days of last year is enough. So dear friend, don’t feel obligated to comment. I love you still!

I heard just last night that the month of February was “heart health” month. How fitting. Wanda’s heart condition was severe, yet no one that I know—took better care of their health than she.

One more to go. I told someone via e-mail today that although these pages would close this chapter, the book of faith would continue on in the legacy of hope, trust and faith that Wanda instilled in Victoria from the beginning. As she grows and learns to lean on the Father for herself, the story of love continues.

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Copyright © 2008 Angie Knight, author of The Knightly News. All rights reserved.